During the game, Uncle Terry remarked, “Someone needs a bra.”
Tony’s Dad was Uncle Terry’s kid brother and he always listened to his older brother. So returning home after the picnic, Tony’s Dad asked Tony’s Mom to take Tony to Macy’s to buy a bra.
The next day, Tony’s Mom picked him up after school and drove to Macy’s. As they entered Macy’s lingerie department, a sales associate named Jamie greeted Tony and his Mom .
“What can I do for you today?” Jamie asked.
“My son needs to get fitted for a bra,” Tony’s Mom replied
“I’ll need to take your son’s measurements, so please follow me to the dressing room,” said Jamie.
Tony followed Jamie to an empty stall in the dressing room, then Jamie told Tony to take off his top.
Tony did as he was told, Jamie took his measurements and then told Tony to wait while he found some bras for Tony to try on.
Jamie returned with an armful of bras and by process of elimination, Tony was fitted with a bra.
Five weeks later at the Independence Day family picnic, Tony ended up on the Skins team again, but was not embarrassed because he wore his bra throughout the game – just like his uncles, cousins and Dad, who were also on the Skins team.
(FYI, the first two paragraphs of this story are true and actually happened to me. The rest is my fiction.)
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| Anne Firth (right) in the 1944 British film Bell-Bottom George. |
I remember you talking about this incident another time no one ever said anything to me, but I, too, was always very uncomfortable being on the skins Paula G
ReplyDeleteStana! I love how you turned that heart breaking experience into something so lovely!❤️❤️❤️-Pamela
ReplyDeleteStana, I can relate. I had gynecomastia as a child. I hated my chest. As a child and growing up I tried to suppress my feminine feelings down and felt that my chest was this big sign to the world and I hated it. After my egg cracked, the first time I put on a bra in my late 40's I couldn't believe how happy it made me. Now I feel naked without wearing a bra.
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I didn't have quite the same "bonus skin" when I was a kid, but there certainly was enough to bunch up and create the image of cleavage. I also didn't pay much attention to the fact that all the men in my dad's family had "man boobs". Duh!
ReplyDeleteBut when I had persistent elevated PSA tests, the prostate docs, while all biopsies were negative, overreacted and put me on Finasteride, a drug that would shrink my prostate, reducing the possibility of cancer. The docs told me there was a possibility of breast growth as a side effect. You should have seen his face when I said breast growth would be good, as I was a crossdresser! And increased breast growth did, indeed, bless my chest.
One day I was visiting my mom (she was the caregiver to my dad with Parkinson's) and she poked me in the chest, telling me I had "Baker boobs". It was then I found out about the gynecomastia in dad's family. Then she went over to the bed dad was in, lifted up his shirt and said, "Look at these -- they're bigger than mine"! While than might have been the perfect time to tell her about Mikki, I just smiled and feigned surprise.
Not too much past that incident my regular doc told me about a study that showed zero success with Finasteride treatment and had me stop taking it. Damn! So now I get some growth support from Pureria Mirifica, but can only imagine how big my girls might be now.
I am sure I have read a story like this before. Perhaps it was kind of like mine. As an 8th grader in gym class after our required shower a towel wrapped around my waist the guys made fun of my boy "tits" and told me I needed a bra. The next day hanging in my school locker was a cotton white one with a note reminding me to wear it to gym class. Johnny Cash said life was a boy named Sue, it was harder for a boy built like Sue. My mother took me to our doctor, he said I would out grow it. She thought it would be helpful if I wore one at home under my boy shirts. Perhaps that is how it started. As I got older, they grew more a bit or a cup size a little at a time. By high school I didn't wear my bra all the time. But mom said only when my breasts bothered me. I got use to it. But it still hurts to think back at how guys I thought were friends, all bought into laughing and teasing me. I bet there is a lot of guys who can tell stories like this. Still the magic of THE BRA still is part of my memory and who I am.
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